Moore sisters brought me to. Cassandra had asked him to shape my eyebrows, too. When I’d mentioned I’d been toying with the idea of contact lenses, they’d squealed, Do it!—and pushed me to book an appointment. They knew Amanda so well. Could it simply be a coincidence that all of their suggestions make me look more like their dead friend? Even if it wasn’t their intention, they must see it. Amanda’s style does suit me; I know I look better now. Just as her apartment is perfect for me. So why are my hands shaking? I cancel my appointment with the lawyer, eating the $260 fee. How could Detective
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It is one thing to not realize you are being deceived. But it is a different level of stupidity when u see the pattern but still choose to ignore it
